Page 112 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

My wrists come free, and I dig my nails into his shoulders and ride his cock with wild abandon. There’s no resistance from my gaping asshole, courtesy of his thickness. Nothing but endless euphoria runs in my veins.

“Yes!” I moan when he cups my breasts and squeezes harder. “Yes!”

Our eyes remain locked on each other, mirroring fierce lust and primal need. I keep bouncing on him like a wanton whore, earning sublime groans and moans from him. He’s as far gone as I am.

“Harder,” he grunts, twisting my hair. “Fuck my cock, my filthy little whore.”

Drawn to his mouth, I bend and kiss him.

Our tongues mate, and he surges from below.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“I’ll never get tired of your ass choking and sucking my dick deep. Feel what it does to me.”

“I love it,” I rasp against his lips. “Love how it stretches me. I’m going to feel you for days. Every time I walk. Sit. Your cock will be all I think about.”

“I own you, don’t I?” he demands.

“Yes. I’m nobody’s whore but yours.”Thrust. “Your filthy little slut.”Grind. “I belong to you, King.”Thrust.

“That’s right. You’re all mine.”

Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he leans back, and my eyes circle wide when he shoves franc bills into my mouth.

“You’remywhore now.” Slapping my ass, he barks, “Ride my dick and earn my cum like you earned my money.”

My cunt gushes down to my full ass, hearing his filthy and degrading words.

Good Lord!

His depravity has me upping the speed of my thrusts.

Keeping the money between my teeth, I earn it with every slap of my hips. Every savage plunge into my ass. With every spank he delivers to my tits and punishing pinches to my sore nipples.

The orgasm sneaks up on me, enveloping me in its clutches.

Light dances behind my eyes as I grind my clit at the base of his cock, losing track of the thrusts.

He takes over and lays me flat on the couch.

Biting down on my pounding pulse, his hips slap against my ass relentlessly. Like a rabid wolf, he drills my hole while whispering filthy praises in my ear.

Euphoria crashes into my pussy when another powerful orgasm comes on the heels of the first.

“Such a greedy little fuck,” he grunts. Pulling out the bills, he ravages my lips. Not too long after, his thrusts become uneven and short. “Tight little asshole milking my cum. Fuck. I’m going to fill you up.”

“Yes! Give it to me.”

“Take it, whore.” He pushes deep and releases thick spurts of his seed. Repeatedly. For several long minutes. “Christ!”

The moment he collapses on my pliant body, I pass out into a blissful slumber.

WICKED DEEDS

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